iron mandala

brooklyn, new york

informed by my recent collaboration with bay area-based artist, Yahroe Hill, this piece is dedicated to the intersection of the afro-cuban deities, Ogún and Ochún, or more accurately in this case, Caridad del Cobre.
it is made primarily of found objects. (click to enlarge.)

brake pads, pipe section, mirror, coil, copper pipe section, gold ring, washers

Ochún aspect, peacock feathers

the interdependence imperative

brooklyn, new york

i've been doing research online. days' worth. looking into things i've been concerned about for a long time. whispers. murmurings hungry for quite some time. new world order, hyperinflation, sinking the dollar, north american union, water fluoridation, codex alimentarius, the history of the focus group, lrad, fema, rfid, cfr, pittsburgh g20, civil rights' suspension, "vaccines", trilateral commission, bilderberg, skull and bones, etc.. you probably have no idea what i'm talking about. and of course that's the biggest problem. i wouldn't have either until i locked myself in a room so to speak for a week and counting and plumbed youtube's depths for what may very soon be extinct nuggets of truth.

i'll get to all the details later.

but right now i feel the song within me of galaxies and stars. the universe breathing us in and out. and we breathe it. so much darkness, so much power, so much control all sides closing, and the only thing i feel will stop it is the recognition of the universe's breath. only then can we see the ecological, cultural, political, and physiological aspects of ours lives which are under fire as part of one giant system. it is said that this awareness brings compassion, for as we recognize our interconnection to all things we see that an attack on one of those elements is an attack on them all. we also recognize that just as disparate areas of our lives are in fact connected, so are we just as connected to one another as human beings. we share the same fate should our human rights continue to unravel. we can fight the from-an-eighth-inch-to-closed corporate fist on all sides, or we can submit to it happily as we're doing, with a vague sense of concern like hunger for a-nother potato chip as we wait for the next iphone launch. one giant system, one giant universe, contained in one single human, and as insignificant as one single breath. but which of course creates the whole universe again.

world powers are counting on this wholeness, this system, this fullness. their plans are comprehensive. and so we have to embrace our struggle in the same way, on all sides. an attack on one of us is an attack on us all.

so if you hear what i'm saying please say something. say "i," or "sanity," or something. make up your own word. do something daring. speak out. participate.   i dare you. your life depends on it.

re kindle

san francisco, california

as i’ve become more intimate with what it means to be an independent artist, i’ve come to appreciate more and more those moments of energetic salvation where the resources of time, energy, and in particular, inspiration, come flooding back. one of the most significant occasions of this rekindling came when i was last in new york city, collaborating with singer, Jasper James, and Ken Still, director of the 2009 OUTMusic Awards (one of Michael Jackson’s principal dancers) on a performance for the ceremony. the fire returned not in a moment with either one of my collaborators, but at a dinner with a new friend at the 24-hour Cafeteria in chelsea, it’s heat so purifying and healing because i hadn’t realized how burnt out i’d become, which is, of course, the greatest danger of all.

my thanks to L for the 100% honest conversation.
my thanks to the zeitgeist movement for offering the topics that are of the utmost importance in this day and age, and which haunt me constantly.

this is a foto exhibition of that fire i feel inside. thanks to Rami Hyun for the incredible images.

from the choreography, "millionaire galang," which is dedicated to Changó, the Yoruba deity of fire, thunder, lightning, and masculine power. 9/16/09 fotos: Rami Hyun

[comments are very welcome]

love, you can eat the leftovers

san francisco, california
this poem was inspired by an entry on my friend Michael’s blog, found here

you can stay
find a place, go ahead
i’m not going to rearrange the furniture this time
i’m not going to make you a bed out of the finest things
    i can find
you can make do with what’s on the floor
the scraps of food
the spaces not occupied
by my busy life

you’ve got a heartbreaking face  handsome
but i know you’re a little fucker
bitter powder keg. your eyes full of darts

who left you that way?
you won’t take comfort
in no place
i made you my best stews and soups
you poured them on me
disappearing down the hall
i know you’re going to
come and go as you please. sometimes
i don’t see you for months
your face changes
but there’s familiar disgust

i’m gonna make my apartment a sidewalk now
you can be a rose. take root
where you may
but you’re going to have to really want it
i’m not putting myself out this time
no fucking way



[your comments are encouraged]

spontaneous poem

san francisco, california

i composed this poem for the guests of the VIP Prescreening Party for the Fun Boyz music video on the eve of the event, monday, february 8, 2010

call me constance
who wouldn’t want this
the truth is evident
from what i say

the things i’m capable of
i do myself
and what remains
i delegate

to friends and helpers
the world’s my princedom
i come with treasures
of dignity

the ground you stand on
surely is sacred
not the ground but your feet
make it that way

everywhere we roam
the kingdom comes
the queendom
can not dissipate

holding inside
the peace the prize
the things we’ve searched for
all this time

we’ve met our maker
the time it takes to
realize we’ve come
a long long way